The main problem
with Moles is that a person rarely gets to see one. They
lurk around under the ground, they rip through carefully
prepared earth, wreak havoc with the more tender roots,
they devour our comrades the worms, they wreck the
appearance of the short grass, and every now and then a
gardener spots a little tickle in the corner of an eye
and you know deep down in your soul there's a Mole
moving through the ground, polishing the walls of its
tunnel.

Some
might come up with something like "how cute," then go on
to invest time in attempting to understand the Mole,
it's habits, it's life style and its life cycle. Others
just see blood, they grab the shovel and proceed to beat
the ground as though suddenly possessed by demons.
Mostly the results of such a blood thirsty reaction is
considerable damage to something like a neatly planted
row of Chard. But sometimes there's a victim, it's about
the size of a slipper, it has huge paws, a friendly
snout, a little tail and very, very soft fur.